Friday, April 02, 2004 at 10:47:39 (EST)

Change your name to Jesus Christ but I'll still spit on your grave
After a confidence-inspiring band practice last night I ventured up to Greenpoint, a place in which I haven't spent much time. Every time I'm there, I think I should go there more often, but then another 6 months go by before I find myself there again. Why is that? 1.5 words: G Train. However, last night El G was lucky and got me up there in no time. I was there to see Al Duvall at Matchless on the recommendation of several other bloggers. It was a little like sitting in on The Gong Show. There was some confusion as to whether or not this was Open Mic Night, and though I thought it was a joke at first, I'm not so sure now. Anyway, I dunno what Heather's friends' problems were, Al Duvall was awesome. Of indeterminate age (somewhere between 35 and 80), he sported a seersucker suit with some kind of medal pinned to it and played the guitar, banjo or kazoo with a creepily earnest dispassion. The result was like watching an old-timey politician giving a musical stump-speech. All of his stuff is original material, much of it in the vein of disconcerting standards like "Tom Dooley."

After the show I moseyed up to Tommy's further up Manhattan Ave to catch USAISAMONSTER. I was lucky the timing worked out so well, I had only gotten wind of this gig earlier in the day. They rock so much that even to say "they rock" is such an understatement as to render the phrase even more meaningless than it already is. Plus they sport some of the bravest hairstyles I've seen in this day and age: the drummer looks like a member of a Scandinavian Prog-Rock band from 1973 (plus a head-set mic!), the guitarist wears incredibly scroungy blond dreadlocks. They're going on tour now but said they'd be back for a show on May 7, but they hadn't the slightest idea where it would be. They're either unbelievably confident or they have really good bookers.

Lots of good stuff this weekend, but of course I can't talk about anything besides my band's show tonight at the Pourhouse. It's a free show and there should be a number of blogger-types there. Who could ask for anything more? What, you expect good music too? Why must you be so demanding?



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Thursday, April 01, 2004 at 13:24:00 (EST)

It's coming down fast, motherfucker
So Bruce Ratner may be caving to public outcry related to his lame arena plan! According to this article, he has quietly asked his architect to scale back the plans to spare some buildings "on the project's southern side." Where the hell is that? The plan stretches east and south along Atlantic Avenue. Of course, my beloved Freddy's is on the southern block of the proposed construction, but it sounds like it's closer to the Vanderbilt end of things. Still, if we keep up the protest, he may be forced to find a way to save all the buildings, not to mention the fact that his whole eminent domain thing may not fly at all. I hate the idea of hanging out a Freddy's in the shadow of a gargantuan arena full of dorks, but it'd sure be better than having no Freddy's at all. Keep on keepin' on, people! Bruce Ratner can't even pretend like he cares about non-superrich people, but we can continue to force him to recognize we exist.

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Thursday, April 01, 2004 at 11:11:07 (EST)

I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with yoooooo


"We're going to see Motico on Friday"

You don't wanna miss this, do ya? Well, do ya, punk?

Even if there's no Kilty ... ah, what the hell, I made it all up. Kilty is really just me in my dad's kilt, tap dancing and playing the recorder. I just couldn't get the choreography down in time, so I wussed out. Expect a full Kilty show (with help from my back-up dancers, The Fly-Kilts) this summer at Metrotech. Only people wearing kilts will be admitted, so start shopping now!

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Thursday, April 01, 2004 at 10:43:09 (EST)

One of these things is not like the others
Everybody's all abuzz about Kinja.com but it doesn't work for my site. This is because instead of learning how to use Moveable Type like everybody else, I opted to make up my own stupid blogscript from a guestbook script resulting in messy, buggy and completely inflexible code, code that does not support the modern forms of pinging and RSS-feeding.

It's not that big a deal, Kinja is mostly a web-based news aggregator from the looks of it. But I do feel left out. Not only that but other sites I read that don't follow the norm are also left behind here. In addition, I personally feel a blog portal makes things too impersonal. Besides the few bloggers I knew in Real Life first, I found most of the blogs I read regularly by reading a few blogs (mostly found on nycbloggers.com) in the area and following their links into oblivion. Isn't that what the good lord intended?

Maybe I'm just rationalizing. I've been meaning to move up to a legit blogscript for months, so perhaps this is the final sign that I need to upgrade my blog with the times. I've sort of been waiting for Scribblish to become available (coincidentally, its creator is one of Kinja's founders), but it ain't available yet. This is probably one of those moments in life when I should stand up and say "Dammit, I'll build my own blog script!" and then I should break into a verse of "America, the Beautiful" since only in America can one little man pick himself up by his own blogstraps and make the American Blog Dream come true.

But I won't, thank you very much, George Bush. Hell, I can't even get new batteries for my camera, so you will have to imagine the amusing position in which Mr Bones has contorted himself in order to watch the pigeons.

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Wednesday, March 31, 2004 at 13:48:04 (EST)

Kilty by ignorance
So The Pourhouse folks made a mistake and therefore the show on Friday will be just Motico and the guy from Angry Dragon. We'll never know what Kilty was all about. I emailed a guy in the band but I never heard back from him. Were they an Irish Trad band? A Celtic-tinged hardcore act (rhymes with "Guilty")? Or are they these guys? I guess I could go on Saturday but I expect to be too hungover to do anything.

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Wednesday, March 31, 2004 at 10:08:47 (EST)

The FCC won't let me be and let me be me
Al Franken's new radio show starts today, so if you have access to a radio, tune to AM 1190 to hear "The O'Franken Factor" from noon to 3PM. I guess it'll be funny, and maybe even level the playing field against neo-con pundits. Anyway, it'll have to do until the world realizes the raw political fury of my blog and turns to my uber-intelligent wit for guidance in these rocky times. Here's my political advice for the day, though it will be no doubt useful to you every time you vote in the future:

DON'T VOTE FOR THE ASSHOLE.

If needed, contact me and I can send you this handy phrase engraved on a Post-It so you can carry it with you into the electronic voting booth. Of course, it won't matter much because the guy who runs the electric-booth company is a confirmed asshole and will probably change your vote to his favored All-Asshole Party.

In Motico related news, we hit The Pourhouse last night to hang up some flyers and whatnot. It's a little remote (not far from the L train, but we walked from the G), but the bar is agreeably in the vein of the Alibi and Freddy's. There was an Open Mic Night happening in the back room which must be where the bands play. The bar has a lounge in the back in a decent-sized room. The Pourhouse very proudly announces the availability of Powers Whiskey, so I was pleased. Plus I got a buyback like right away, so I'm totally sold, being the drunken reprobate I am.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2004 at 09:55:39 (EST)

Spend a little time with me
Just in case I haven't been hassling each and every one of you enough about this, here's a flyer for my band Motico's show this Friday night:

If you can make it out, we'd love to see you there. I've never been to the Pourhouse before, but I hear it's more or less the kinda joint I dig. Should be fun, but does anybody know if the L train will be running? It better be.

Last night Zack broke a bass string. Zack does not play with a pick or other artifice; he's just using his fingers. He has never broken a bass string before. Indeed, few bass players break strings, as they are the size and consistency of telephone cables. So despite the fact it cut practice short, it's pretty impressive. Does this mean his fingers are incredibly strong, à la Fred Ward in Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins? Stay on his good side, folks.

UPDATE: If you want to know what my band is up to, please sign up for the mailing list on our home page.

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Monday, March 29, 2004 at 12:56:45 (EST)

They coming to America
Visitor season is upon us in Brooklyn. From last week to next, the members of Motico will have been visited by no less than 8 people from out of town. I'm not sure why the all showed up right around the same time, I guess it's spring related somehow. My guests were my father and his wife M, in on business from California.

Read it all.

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